The Eyes Of Skies
Wants A Heart Of Butterflies
Going To Chimneys
Flowing Through Winds

That Feels Autmn Grass
Within WildFires
Smoothly Loosing Oneself
Toward Caress Of Rough Cold

Yes Its Beauty
Given To Provide Serenity
As Ears Hear Such A Melodic
Tone Of Palpitating Music

Eyes Saw A Painting
Palace Is Soothing
For The World Making
Mouth Shouting.


© -John Edward Kenneth Parado